I think it's happening.
You are no longer shiny and new.
As I am no longer the same.
I have changed, I started to love me more instead.
You seemed to notice other guys flirt. And you seemed to care more than you think.
I see you staring at me, and I look back and smile.
Not the shy flirty ones I used to give you; it's more thankful and happy. Normal.
It might bother you I'm getting over you.
Tell me what makes you happy smile at me the way I smiled at you.
The way you look at me now is the way I used to look at you.
The mirror in your eyes lets me see.
YOU ARE READING
Unconscious Soul
PoetryDiary of an insomniac... And falling In love for the first time... This secret place I built is poetry from deep inside my soul. I love bearing my raw self here, without the fear of being judged; only understood. It's not live, laugh, love. It's fa...
